Frostbite Half Marathon (Read 1084 times)

I hope you are right. My daughter was up at 3am with 101.8, probably the same thing I have. But I hope you are right. Looks like perfect conditions for a run called Frostbite: 35 degrees, snowing and a 15 MPH wind. I will run the thing, and I will finish. Even if I am crawling. And then JKn and I will share some homebrew!

That's a drag. I have 4, so there is rarely a time when one of them is not sick from Nov-Apr. I seem to dodge most of the viruses that float around our house but occasionally one nails me. 35 degrees is a heatwave. Don't overdress. Good luck, Nashvillians! Oh, and the smiley in my sandbagger post should have been implicitly understood.

Mikey just used an emoticon. Someone take note of this.

Trent, Shouldn't you be resting up for the race tomorrow instead of sweeping the board? Good luck, by the way.

SS1. Too bad you didn't weigh in on today's competition. Sheesh. Beutiful day. Snow falling. Tough wind on the second loop. Tough hills too. I think this year's course was a bit harder than the standard Frostbite course. Gorilla - 1:45 Monkey - 1:46 Sheesh.

What were the seconds? Were you in sight of each other at the end? Was it toe-to-toe battling for every yard? Somebody Dwight Stones it for us. Well played, JK. Well played...

For the record, I specifically left behind a bunch of disclaimers to all my nonsense. Which you kindly posted. But to be honest, I didn't really mean to run that fast. I'm actually pleased as punch - training actually works. Go figure. Plus it was cold as @#%! so running slower wasn't much of an option. Ran the first 5k ..... at decent 5k pace, up a steep hill, not exactly smart ... and surprisingly didn't burn out afterward. Probably a dumb strategy 99 times out of 100 ... but today it worked fine. I had a nice quarter mile buffer on Monkey Boy, too, after the first few miles. But at mile 6, I look to my right on a turn and see he's gaining. At the mile 8 water station, I walk for a few seconds ... and Trent jogs by. Dreams ruined, hopes dashed. I told him he'd be my pace bunny, figured I could tail him for a few miles ... ... but miracles happen, like the 1980 Olympic hockey team, or that butter that comes in a spray bottle, stuff like that. And suddenly I felt great, turned on the afterburners, and by that same turn on the second lap at around mile 11, Trent was a small and fading dot of bluish-gray on the horizon. But he must have pushed it hard after that - because I should have had him by 4 or 5 minutes. Another 3 miles, and he would have caught me. But alas, it wasn't to be. He ran out of miles. No official times yet, but my watch said 1:45:05 and I think his time was something like 1:46:06. I'll gloat more thoroughly later. Today's his birthday, after all. Plus, he gave me beer.

Not a quarter mile. 40 seconds. Yes, I was counting.

You counted? Seriously? Ahem. I'm going to refrain from mocking you until after your birthday. And then I'll be merciless. He counted ... (snort) You could have just looked at your watch, you know. P.S. How 'bout Vandy, huh?

well done to both of you sounds like you guys had a good time - esp the beer part

Happy Birthday, Trent! Why did you have to upload that garmin chart? It tells you windspeed? Dang! Congrats to you and Jake on your race.